Sometimes when I'm not at home I get little ideas for stuff to write about. Sometimes sticky-notes are within my reach, and I use those to record the ideas. Last week, or maybe was it was the beginning of this week, I put together this short list:
 
The thing is, I don't remember what these items are supposed to remind me of. Let's see if I can walk through this. Well, I do know about my toilets entry. It's going to be about how not a single residential toilet in all of New York City functions like a normal toilet. Seriously.

I did somewhat start the tall/short survey last week when I counted 10 people (babies! toddlers! underdeveloped children!) I was taller than. That was a red-letter day for me. Have you seen how many very, very tall people live here?

Ooh. Wit is a movie starring Emma Thompson that I really, really like. It does deserve its very own entry. I'm glad I remembered that or I would have been forced to write about how funny I think I am. My funny ebbs more than flows, but if I'm faced with certain trying situations that happen to involve people tightrope walking on a jumprope to a bedroom window, I can laugh it off gently, apply subtle humor, or really turn on the sarcasm. I've got the whole range of the dial, baby. Hmm. Do I?

Earlier today, when I looked at "music lessons," I really had no idea what that was supposed to be about. Was I looking into taking music lessons? Did so-and-so at church sound like she was taking music lessons? What's with music lessons? Did Patty Griffin take music lessons? (The answer is yes, she took guitar lessons in Boston, and her teacher suggested she do gigs but she was too shy so he performed with her until she got up the courage to start singing and playing on her own and got discovered, blah blah blah.) But then, I remembered, oh yeah, music lessons. Muh-YOOzick lessons. I was going to give my thoughts on children taking music lessons, because I have a friend looking into her children maybe taking up an instrument.

And, finally, rice. For reals, what about rice? HA! Just as I was typing the question, it came to me: What do people need to do with 80 pounds of rice? Costco and other bulk stores are limiting rice sales to four 20-pound bags per customer. The price of rice has doubled in a very short period of time. And for some reason, that pushes the panic button in some people which makes them buy all the rice and not leave enough for everyone else. For those of you who pride yourselves on being prepared for emergencies, give others the chance to store some food, too. Mormons, you're supposed to share. Calm the flippin' heck down. Oh my heck. What the heck. That's heckariffic.